CHAPTER FIVE
Eva’s fingers clutched the hem of her tight red dress, the fabric hugging her curves like a glove, the neckline low enough to tease the tops of her breasts.
The clock on her phone read 3:58 p.m., and the hallway outside Professor Hayes’s office was silent, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly. Her heart pounded, her p***y already wet from his text:
*Wear something tight. Don’t disappoint me. – H*.
All day, Sophie’s flirtations in class had gnawed at her—her coy smiles, her hand lingering on Hayes’s arm, her voice too sweet as she asked questions. Eva’s jealousy burned, a sharp heat that drove her to prove she was his alone.
She knocked, the sound sharp, her breath catching. Her n*****s pressed against the dress, no bra chosen to please him, the thin material rubbing
